Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
X-102,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.